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Hark! to the Pibroch's pleasing note,

Hark! to the swelling nuptial song,

In joyous strains the voices float,

And, still, the choral peal prolong.

23.

See how the Heroes' blood-red plumes

Assembled wave in Alva's hall;

Each youth his varied plaid assumes,

Attending on their chieftain's call.

24.

It is not war their aid demands,

The Pibroch plays the song of peace;

To Oscar's nuptials throng the bands

Nor yet the sounds of pleasure cease.

25.

But where is Oscar? sure 'tis late:

Is this a bridegroom's ardent flame?

While thronging guests and ladies wait,

Nor Oscar nor his brother came.

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At length young Allan join'd the bride;

"Why comes not Oscar?" Angus said:

"Is he not here?" the Youth replied;

With me he rov'd not o'er the glade;